We had cake at work today to celebrate the birthday of a coworker, who was born on July 4th. She said it was kind of cool, because she would always think that all the fireworks were for her. I totally understand ... I was born on October 1st, and I've always assumed that all the New Year's Eve revelry was a celebration of my conception.
Above: Symbolic sperm and egg.
Thanks for drinking, mom and dad!
I've got a sister who was born on November 16th. I guess our parents must have enjoyed getting all liquored up and lacquered down on President's Day as well ... ain't nothin' wrong with that.
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